This blog was created for others who will hopefully glean something from the words I have written.Not much to say except I ran off from an orphanage when I was 13 years old.Hopped on a freight train and joined the circus.Have been wandering ever since.I am grateful to be alive and my only desire is to leave something here for others to gain from.If I can accomplish that then I have successfully reached my intended goal.All we have left in the end is our legacy.

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Monday, June 15, 2009

Echoes of voicesFrom out of the pastThrough dense lightIn the midst of fogChildren who playedIn such roles they portrayedIn the distance can be heardThe barking dogThrough the laughterMingled with dustIt all becomes crystally clearPerfected in wroughtThrough time and thoughtThings I hold closelyWhich are very dearHorizons beyond never realizedIn fine detail-never disguisedPatterns of energyGently tugging at my mindThat evasive flickerIn my hopes to findWithin the flameWhich brightly burnsHiding amongst the flowers and fernsInner desire to connectWith voices of the pastMomentarily passing byWhich never seem to lastIn glimpses such thingsAre slowly revealedForgotten dreamsThat remain concealedBriefly the curtain is liftedSo I can peer inIt is like the sweet soundOf a violinExamining the inner mostDetails of what occuredThe vision is clearWhich was once obscuredUpon such things to be ponderedInto deep valleysAnd in other places that I have wandered